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Apr 2019
You strut
and cluck
like a grown up
chicken,

wine and moan
like something
is missing,

get ******
because
I keep dismissing
your unwanted
attention,

think your
some bad ***
spy
on a super-secret
mission,
but in the end
you'll get
no admission
to my inner dimension
because
you are not worth
the spit
I use
to shine
my shoes.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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